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KnightofNarnia
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« Reply #0 on: March 16, 2008, 02:57:29 PM » |
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Cross sat up from the green moist grass he was resting upon. He was taking a nap to rest from his morning workout routine. He would've slept a bit more but something held his inner being in suspense, it kept him restless all morning.
He was looking at the trees to his north, slowly changing his view to the sky above him. Ominous clouds like those usually meant trouble; well that's what he heard anyways.
Well He was new to the resistance force having joined very recently, so far things seemed to run quite smoothly considering the circumstances. He was anxious to get started with whatever task would be assigned to him, most preferably a task seen as physically demanding.
Cross stretched his legs before standing right up. Looking at the sky brought a sense of terror to his mind. Rain was most desirable of course but the wind and clouds were enough to alarm him that something was not right. He didn't know very much about storms or weather systems but what he did know was that something was going to take a turn for the worst.
Raindrops fell gently on his face; it was cold just like the chill that came from the wind. Every storm has its smooth beginnings; it?s when the storm breaks the silence and peace that marks the start of havoc however. Cross wasn't wearing much to begin with and if out too long in this weather he would be bound to get sick.
Although the rain had started, it was only a slight drizzle. It would be a little bit of rain and then a rest, but it will pick up though as much more time passes on.
With the sight of lightning far off in the distance he ran towards the camp, it was time the preparations for an unwelcome weather system began. He had ideas on how to minimize any potential damages to the camp but without ever trying them out he wouldn't know if it would work against the ever approaching storm.
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